Inside that backpack was a digital camera. On its memory card were 90 images taken in the preceding weeks: happy selfies, sun-drenched trails, the friendly faces of their guide. And then, 77 silent, terrifying photographs taken in the dark.
The final photograph is different. It is not a blind spray into the dark. It is composed. Framed. The flash illuminates the back of Kris Kremers’s head. Her blonde hair is splayed, matted and tangled, against the dark granite of a boulder. There is a strange, almost peaceful geometry to it: the curve of her skull, the sharp lines of the rock, a constellation of small, reflective debris (perhaps her bra’s underwire, perhaps shards of the broken water bottle found nearby) glinting like mocking stars. kremers froon night photos
For years, armchair detectives have debated the "night photos." Are they evidence of a lost pair of hikers trying to signal a helicopter? A failed attempt to use the flash as a torch to find a trail? Or are they the visual stutter of two young women in the final stages of panic, their reality shrinking to the cold stone under their backs and the sound of something moving in the leaves just beyond the flash's reach? Inside that backpack was a digital camera
The night of April 8, 2014, was moonless and absolute over the cloud forests of Panama. Somewhere along the serrated spine of the Continental Divide, two young Dutch women—Lisanne Froon and Kris Kremers—were already dead, or dying. We wouldn't know which for another two months, when a local farmer found their discarded backpack, bleached by sun and rain, floating in a rice paddy. The final photograph is different
These are the "night photos."
The metadata tells a clinical story. The first 76 pictures were taken in frantic bursts between 1:00 AM and 4:00 AM. Image 580 was taken seven hours later, at 10:51 AM on April 9th.